A Friendly Scene

She knew something was wrong the moment she stepped into her apartment. She expected to see her boyfriend's shoes neatly lined up next to the door - she had invited him here, after all - but the several other pairs were a mystery, and a problem. Having planned on just her boyfriend for company, and therefore being railed until all the thoughts in her head had leaked out, the underwear she had changed into before making her way home was far too slutty for polite company. Curious though, she continued through until she heard a voice call to her from the living room.

"In here, my sweet." Her boyfriend's voice, as calming and gentle as the morning ocean.

All too conscious of the way one hasty movement would expose more than just an idea of what she was wearing underneath, she slowly pushed open the door.

Her living room had been rearranged. Her sofa and several other bits of seating from around the apartment had been arranged in a crooked semicircle, all of them pointing towards the centre of the room, and her boyfriend sitting quietly in her nice comfy armchair.

Only now did the answer to why everything felt so off hit her; all of their close friends were here - 7 in total, 4 men and 3 women - and yet there was only a violent, echoing silence to fill the space.

"Come here my love." His orders were delivered in that same smooth tone, but she could feel the weight of them in his measured drawl. It was the same way he commanded her in their kinkier nights together. It also caused an unfortunate reminder that her current panties did not have a crotch.

A flush creeping its way through her chest, she walked over to him, past what seemed to be very prying eyes, holding her legs a little closer together the whole way.

"What's going on?" She muttered cautiously, starting to lean into him before realising that it would make her skirt ride up. He smirked knowingly, which somehow did little to alleviate the knot of nerves coiling in her stomach right now.

"Well, we've all been talking, and it turns out you're a very popular girl with our friends. Did you know that each and every one of them here has a little crush on you?"

She glanced around at the faces of her closest friends, friends she had spent countless hours with over the years, but not one of them showed any hint of embarrassment.

"I don't blame them, of course. But it did give me a few... ideas. And so I let it slip; how much of a filthy slut you are for me, how you beg me to use your pretty little holes, how you love to be treated like an object for my pleasure."

The blush in her chest flooded up her neck and into her cheeks, but still there was no reaction from the friends surrounding her, though some were now gently smiling. Her mind burst like a summer drizzle, each raindrop a fragment of a thought about what was happening. A rain that had trickled down through her core and seeped out through her gently throbbing lips.

Half-heartedly chiding herself for being turned on like this, she stood a little straighter, trying her best to appear as confident as she was nervous.

"What are you talking about? What's going on? Why is everybody here?" Her voice shook out. It carried none of the calm self-assurance he had shown.

"To watch you be a very good girl for me, darling"

Anxious excitement uncoiled from her stomach, slithering all the way up her spine and singing its burning fangs into the base of her neck, before being set alight by searing desire. There was no use in attempting to hide her arousal anymore, she was fairly certain that she was almost dripping onto the floor.

"You see, I would very much enjoy being able to show you off, my pretty little thing, and yet it is very important to me that it is made clear that you are mine. So we came to a compromise."

Drip.

"Nobody here but myself may touch you in any way. They may simply sit and watch as I tease and torture and ruin you, sweet girl."

Drip.

"Or that was the plan. Did you know that all of the women here can squirt? That was a very enlightening conversation. So enlightening in fact that it altered the rules of our little game. None here but I may touch you, naturally, but every soul here may cum, or squirt, on you one single time during our scene. I do so know how you love to end up a filthy, disgusting mess."

Drip. Drip.

"Now obviously the game is no fun if its players are not willing to play, and likewise you too have a choice." His words drizzled like sweet, sticky honey into her ears as he reached behind himself and retrieved a collar. It must have been new as she didn't recognise it, the warm light of the room casting a beautiful sheen on the fresh leather and glinting playfully from the D-ring at its front.

Drip.

"If this is not something you want, you merely need to turn around; go take a nice hot shower, and by the time you return there will be no trace of this gathering and it will never be mentioned again." She must have frowned slightly, because soon after he finished his sentence he was gazing directly into her eyes, a ravenous grin beginning to spread as he continued.

"But if this is what you want, then simply take this collar and put it o-" He didn't even manage to finish the sentence before slapping her outstretched hand away, swiftly standing and gripping her jaw.

"Let. Me. Finish." Slow, deliberate, but not angry. Never angry. "If this is what you want, take the collar, put it on, and say 'Anything for you, sir'."

This time she waited until she was very sure he was done, and carefully reached out to take the collar. Wrapping it smoothly around her neck and tightening it until it was comfortable, she placed her hands together behind her, pushing out her chest ever so slightly while simultaneously looking far too innocent for what was about to be done to her.

"Anything for you, sir" She trembled in anticipation as she agreed. He stepped forward and kissed her deeply, both groaning at the taste of the others' tongue caressing their own. As they kissed, she felt him start to turn her around to look into the faces of her friends, humiliated by her indecency. He pecked and bit at her neck from behind as he held her arms firmly in place, then took a step back and sank into the armchair.

"Strip to your underwear. Pathetic needy whores have no need for clothes when they wish to serve."

Her heart skipped a dangerous amount of beats, running a mile a minute as she registered the command while looking around at her increasingly fidgeting peers. Mustering all of the grace she could under such pressure, she removed her jacket and gripped at the hem of her shirt.

Hesitating only momentarily so she could take a deep breath before pulling it up and away from her, she exposed the strappy harness that she had on underneath. Lines of leather traced her curves delightfully, only small scraps of lace to cover her pointed nipples. It did not leave a lot to the imagination, but it definitely enhanced it.

Drawing on the confidence boost of her companions eyes roaming her body, she tucked her thumbs into her skirt and leisurely tugged it all the way down, being sure to bend at the waist so that her boyfriend could get a good look.

Where the bra did not leave much to the imagination, the panties abandoned all pretence of mystery and held up a large neon sign saying "please fuck me into the mattress until I pass out". The lack of substantial material served its purpose wonderfully, almost framing her pussy in a display of just how wet she had become.

"On your knees and over to me, now." His tone had deepened, a sure sign to her that the underwear she had chosen was having the intended effect. Almost out of instinct, she knelt down and crawled purposefully towards him. Her brain insisted that her enormously exposed behind was covered with the hot pinpricks of intense stares, pushing her heart to beat faster still and her blush to deepen. She made certain to wiggle more than was strictly necessary, after all, she had already come this far.

She lifted again once she got close enough to him and sat back on her ankles, arms thoughtfully together in front of her to accentuate her tits for him. He responded by lifting a palm to her cheek, and gently stroking downwards until he placed his thumb between her opening teeth. She jostled it with her tongue before taking it deeply into her mouth, sucking on it so purposefully that it created a small popping sound when he removed it.

"There are better uses for your mouth than that. A good slave would already be halfway down my cock, and you don't want to be a bad slave now, do you sweet girl?"

She hadn't even noticed him take his cock out, still too aware of everything and everyone around her. She was sure that would stop being a problem soon, one way or the other. Leaning forward, and making sure she stuck her ass out as far as she could, she delicately traced the tip of her tongue from his balls to his tip. She swirled around the head once, twice, savouring the taste of him, before wrapping her lips tightly around the whole thing as she plunged downwards.

The sharp intake of breath told her that she was doing a good job as she listened closely to match her pace with his breathing, careful to keep a steady rhythm on top of the tight seal and playful tongue, just as she knew he liked.

It was strange though, usually by now he would have praised her for being so obedient and such a pleasurable toy. Maybe he too was feeling a little shy now that they had started. She felt it too, and certainly wasn't going as far down his shaft as she knew she could, the tinge of shame felt all too keenly to fully commit.

"That's enough, I guess I have to do your job for you. What worth are you to me if you can't even suck dick right?"

She barely had time to react before he had swooped her hair back and gripped it tightly, his overwhelming strength forcing her deeper and deeper down onto his cock, past the back of her mouth and down into her soft throat.

He held her there for a few moments, watching the tears pool in her eyes, watching her struggle as she raced to adjust, watching her swallow against his thickening dick. He knew her limits though, practice had told him the exact moment to let her up before the struggle became panic. A single black line trailed her cheek as she fought for her breath.

Before she could fully regain herself, he pushed once again, filling her senses with only him, only his cock, only the drive to please him. He was rougher this time, pulling back just as hard as he had pushed, dragging her lips up and down along his veined length. For a quick, terrible moment, the white hot molten core of humiliation in her stomach flared at the involuntary sounds she made as he slid roughly in and out of her throat, but it tempered as she caught glances of the surrounding audience.

All of them, down to the last, were gently stroking themselves. Not focusing on the others next to them, nor on their phones, nor anything else. They were all, man and woman both, stroking themselves staring directly at her. She didn't know if it was at her increasingly messy face or at her eager cunt, but strangely she found that she didn't care all that much. Actually, she was more turned on than she remembered ever being before, the slow drip of her juices becoming a honey-thick stream.

Moaning gave way to the primal sound of her pure devotion, riled up in a way that drowned out all other thoughts and enthralled her in his will. Less and less was he pushing and pulling, and more and more was she aggressively chasing the taste of him in the deepest part of her throat.

Instead, he moved his hands to the nape of her neck and began thrusting viciously, his speed carefully aligning with what he knew she could take, but not so slow as to let her relax. As the sound in her throat became more visceral, as more deep black tears joined the first in its sweet parade, as the thick tendrils of spit began to seep down her chin, he groaned with insatiable lust, greedy for more.

Feeling the tension in his balls rising far too soon, he stopped and held her back from her prize as she impatiently thrust out her tongue to try and lap at him further. He moved to grip her hair with one hand and slapped her with the other.

"That's enough. Look at you, so desperate for my dick, you're such a good whore aren't you?" he growled, almost too deep and low to be heard. She curled her tongue back in and nodded excitedly as she caught her breath in deep gasping lungfuls.

"And you want to keep being a good whore, don't you?" he asked, replacing his hand on her cheek, but to gently stroke it with his thumb this time.

"Yes please, sir."

"Good girl," he beamed kindly at her before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Now turn around, and take off your bra."

Soft shivers ran down her back as she turned, placing herself on her knees between her master's legs. She gazed at the figures surrounding her as she reached up to unhook the bra and let it fall down her arms in front of her, each of them in varying states of undress and all staring hungrily at her pert nipples. Several muffled moans rang out as she revealed her chest, and echoed again when her boyfriend leaned forward and groped at her, smoothly massaging her chest and its increasingly hardened peaks.

She soon joined in with her audience, cute little moans erupting unbidden as he teased at her. He grazed, she moaned. He pinched, her eyelids fluttered. He tugged, she squirmed. He slapped, she gasped. She let out a dreadfully needy cry as he removed his warm hands and left her uncovered, hearing only a small scrape and a slithering clink from behind her. He returned to her quickly, his breath hot on her ear as he leaned in close, nearly distracting her from the fresh pinching sensation in her nipples. She chanced to look down in time to see him pass a chain through the D ring of her collar, and attach the clamp on the other end to her free nipple. She turned slightly to look at him, feeling the niggling tug as the movement pulled at the chain.

He gripped her neck and tilted her head to the site, choosing a spot upon which to mark his property. He soon found his mark, giving it a brief lick before planting his lips and sucking at her skin with nigh painful strength. He ended the suction with a sharp bite, scraping his teeth along the sensitive spot as he pulled away from her and grabbed her hair and wrist, pulling the latter back behind her and upwards with a sharp ache.

"Up." He demanded. She followed swiftly, rising to her feet and being turned around, forced onto the armchair on her knees.

Letting go of her arm, he urged her forward until her face was firmly planted into the backrest, moved her arms to hug around the chair, and spread her knees as far apart as the seat would allow. She heard the sounds of a bag shuffling, followed by the familiar sensation of rope being pulled taut across her skin. Her wrists were bound closely and then tied to the feet of the chair. A spreader bar was cuffed just under her knees. Her ankles were wrapped and similarly attached to the armchair's legs.

As her mind swam in the hypnotic lull of submission, she thought that this would be a fantastic position in which to be mercilessly pounded. She knew what lay ahead though, and was glad that it would not simply end here like that. One final shuffle from the bag and a warm hand on her ass was all she needed to know what was coming.

She heard the loud clap before she felt the sting, closely followed by the pleasing warmth spreading from the centre of her cheek. She quivered slightly as she let out the involuntary yip. He placed his hand over the spot, mixing his human warmth with the stinging heat. He rubbed it slightly before squeezing it, removing his hand, and slapping again.

The moan was louder this time, though more muffled from the force of the slap pushing her face further into the seat. He had an aim good enough to hit the same spots repeatedly, something she had never been sure if she loved passionately or loathed wholly. The piercing heat spread further along her skin, but she knew this was only the beginning, a warm up with a soft hand before he truly made her feel it with the crop.

The crop that he now readied, the cool leather of it placed to soothe her for just a split second before the hit. He heard a couple of sharp gasps from those surrounding them, but when he turned to check in on them there were certainly no complaints. The men were all stroking away at a steady pace, their hungry eyes glued to the reddening rear tied in front of them. The women seemed equally transfixed, their hands in their underwear and groping at their breasts, though from their eyes they were more interested in her clamped nipples and the flowing juiciness of her pussy. At least one of them had removed all of their clothing, and yet nobody else in the room had paid them any heed.

Other men might have gotten waylaid in the fog of having several not-unattractive people masturbating to their actions, breathing heavily and squirming so sweetly, but they were of no interest. There could be no more beautiful sight in that moment than his love, submitting to him as she was. And so he turned, and smartly cropped her other cheek, a small rectangle of burning red left behind to mark his lust.

The increased delay between strikes and power behind his arm left her surprised by the latest hit, the shock causing her body to jerk sharply. The instinctive whimpering moan that escaped her lips further urged by the tug of the nipple clamps as they strained against their chain with her movements.

In her agonising intoxication, she could have sworn she heard her boyfriend mutter something and somebody leaving. For several long moments she was terrified that something had gone wrong, that somebody had crossed a line and their play was at an end. Regardless of her initial hesitation, this was the hottest experience of her life, she certainly didn't want it to end so soon.

She realised that she had been holding her breath when the door reopened and the person seemed to re-enter, handing something to her boyfriend before retaking their seat. The relieved exhale that left her was interrupted by another sharp crack and that same pulsating warmth spreading across her bruising skin.

"What's wrong baby? You didn't think I was finished using you yet did you?" He snickered. He pulled her hair to ease her face from the cushion a little.

"No, sir."

Releasing the tight grip he held, she plunged back into the seat with a gasp. He began gently pushing her face further into the soft backrest.

"So you were hoping I'd play with my fragile little doll even harder?"

"Yes, sir" she panted out, harshly muffled.

The pressure on the back of her head disappeared as he took another heavy swipe at her rear, this time with the shaft of the crop across both of her cheeks. She tried fiercely to bite into the material in her face to withhold the erupting scream as much as she could, but there was no purchase to be gained. Thankfully she was pushed back in as it ripped through her throat. She felt him grow close to her ear.

"Good girl." He whispered sweetly. Her whole body shivered. He stood again.

"As you wish, princess."

He prepared himself for what he was about to do, grabbing a chunk of the ice he had sent for and strengthening his grip on the crop, breathing deeply.

He swung, lighter this time, but forceful enough to produce a loud snap. Before she could even finish her groan, he was already swinging for her other cheek. Again, before she could finish responding, he whipped across both sides with the shaft, creating an angry red line to connect the rosy blush of his previous impacts.

As she spasmed with the pain he traced the line back and forth with the ice, swooping small circles around the beautiful reddening patches of her skin. Her mind was in as much of a spasm as her body, unable to tell whether she wanted to pull away from the chill or lean into the comforting cold.